In case the dialogue is too small to read (It always seems to come out tinier than I remember making it, haha):
Executioner: "Ah, there you are... number 32. Listen up... prison is running low on food, we're getting rid of a few of you so we can eh... ration more effectively. I'll let you pick where you want the bullet... but it has to hit a major organ, pal, no cheating death here. No arms or legs. What'll it be? And hurry it up... I'm on a tight schedule here."
Prisoner: "Oh, fuck, really?! Uhhh, uhhh... okay, put it in my lower gut - yeah... right in the bellybutton. Yep... that'll uhh... kill me for sure..." *gulp*
Executioner: "...Hehe, I see what you're doing... you think all that belly fat will insulate you from a bullet? Well, you're out of luck, prisoner.
*pistol click* *BANG!!!*
Prisoner: "-UUHHHGHHHHHH!!! Awww... my big belly didn't help at all! The bullet killed me all the same. Uhhhhghhhh." *body droops in death*
Executioner: "Yep, that's what happens when .0 mm of lead meets a thick slab of meat and fat... it punches right on through to the guts inside."
I love it! All that time he overate in prison, he figured he was getting back at the prison system for housing him. He'd show them....and maybe they'd let him go to cut corners on the cost of upkeep. He was there for 1st degree murder, found out that they were willing to bump it up to the death penalty. He found out too late that a slug of lead trumps a bellyful of guts every time. Hehe. His last meal before his execution was loaded with lead.....died of lead poisoning......and he can't even rub his big hairy belly. If I was the guard, I'd rub, slap and punch him in his gut until he died.
I'm with you there, Dino! If I were the executioner, I'd use his big, round, hairy belly for my own personal punching bag before I shot him... sinking fIst after fist into his bulging lower gut and listening to his deep groans... only after his innards are bruised and aching would I rub his belly affectionately, telling him I needed to "tenderize" the meat before I butchered him.. I'd stick my finger in his navel and jab around, to which he'd probably ask in a deep, gruff voice: "uhhhgh... my bellybutton! Why are ya playing with my fat belly?" I'd respond with a final belly slap and a kiss on the lips, making sure he's fully erect before I jam the cold steel barrel in his navel and load his guts up with hot lead!
I'd rub the pistol under his sac and along the ridge of his cock...then I'd place the barrel deep in his bellyhole...pfffft....one 9mm slug...just watch what that does to his guts...ripping open his bellyhole, filling his belly with fire, exiting out his back...then i'd go lower and drink in his deathcum load...ain't gonna do him any good now. Thanks Ashe
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In case the dialogue is too small to read (It always seems to come out tinier than I remember making it, haha):
ReplyDeleteExecutioner: "Ah, there you are... number 32. Listen up... prison is running low on food, we're getting rid of a few of you so we can eh... ration more effectively. I'll let you pick where you want the bullet... but it has to hit a major organ, pal, no cheating death here. No arms or legs. What'll it be? And hurry it up... I'm on a tight schedule here."
Prisoner: "Oh, fuck, really?! Uhhh, uhhh... okay, put it in my lower gut - yeah... right in the bellybutton. Yep... that'll uhh... kill me for sure..." *gulp*
Executioner: "...Hehe, I see what you're doing... you think all that belly fat will insulate you from a bullet? Well, you're out of luck, prisoner.
*pistol click* *BANG!!!*
Prisoner: "-UUHHHGHHHHHH!!! Awww... my big belly didn't help at all! The bullet killed me all the same. Uhhhhghhhh." *body droops in death*
Executioner: "Yep, that's what happens when .0 mm of lead meets a thick slab of meat and fat... it punches right on through to the guts inside."
Hot lead beats a bellybutton anyday lol
DeleteI love it! All that time he overate in prison, he figured he was getting back at the prison system for housing him. He'd show them....and maybe they'd let him go to cut corners on the cost of upkeep. He was there for 1st degree murder, found out that they were willing to bump it up to the death penalty. He found out too late that a slug of lead trumps a bellyful of guts every time. Hehe. His last meal before his execution was loaded with lead.....died of lead poisoning......and he can't even rub his big hairy belly. If I was the guard, I'd rub, slap and punch him in his gut until he died.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you there, Dino! If I were the executioner, I'd use his big, round, hairy belly for my own personal punching bag before I shot him... sinking fIst after fist into his bulging lower gut and listening to his deep groans... only after his innards are bruised and aching would I rub his belly affectionately, telling him I needed to "tenderize" the meat before I butchered him.. I'd stick my finger in his navel and jab around, to which he'd probably ask in a deep, gruff voice: "uhhhgh... my bellybutton! Why are ya playing with my fat belly?" I'd respond with a final belly slap and a kiss on the lips, making sure he's fully erect before I jam the cold steel barrel in his navel and load his guts up with hot lead!
DeleteThere you go again, getting me all turned on. Fuckin' hot scenario. Thanks.
DeleteMan!!!!! What a scenario!! I could be executed like that any day! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHaha, me too!
DeleteYes, Sir! Wanna feel it in my guts.
DeleteI'd rub the pistol under his sac and along the ridge of his cock...then I'd place the barrel deep in his bellyhole...pfffft....one 9mm slug...just watch what that does to his guts...ripping open his bellyhole, filling his belly with fire, exiting out his back...then i'd go lower and drink in his deathcum load...ain't gonna do him any good now. Thanks Ashe
ReplyDeleteAmazing idea! Love it! ;)
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